Wayne Orr

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In the hush of night, where shadows play,
She stands beneath the full moon’s gaze,
A vision of grace in lunar light,
Her beauty blooming like stars in flight.

Her eyes, twin mirrors of the endless sky,
Catch the moon’s glow, a soft, ethereal sigh.
Silken hair dances in the breeze’s kiss,
A tapestry woven of midnight bliss.

Oh, what wonder in her radiant form,
Under that orb, so ancient and warm.
She outshines the heavens, a earthly delight,
A masterpiece carved from the heart of night.